CONTEST: “When You Are Big!” Win a copy of Jack Prelutsky’s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!”

To celebrate the birth of this blog and my daughter Amelia’s 6-month birthday, I’d like to announce our first contest!!!!!

This month, you can win a copy of Amelia’s current favorite poetry collection, Jack Prelutsky’s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!”

It’s super easy! Just follow the simple instructions below:

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Read When You Are Big, the poem below.

2. Leave a comment at the end of this blog.

3. If you are entering, e-mail a couple of sentences about one of your favorite memories to cupcakesandbluegrass@gmail.com.

Or your child can enter:
If your child can write, ask them what their favorite memory is and have them write it down. If they can’t write, write it down for them, but don’t edit it. Try to get it verbatim since kids tend to have a wonderful way of putting things! Their memories can be anything of their choosing — something they think they will remember when they are big.

4. By September 16, 2010, e-mail answers to cupcakesandbluegrass@gmail.com.
OR put it in an envelope and mail it to:

S. Ryan Furlong
Cupcakes and Bluegrass
P.O. Box 34
Durhamville, NY 13054

Don’t forget to include the entrant’s name, age and address!

5. On September 17 we will pick a winner at random. (You have a great chance of winning since this blog is so new.) By September 20, the winner (and our favorite entries) will be posted to this blog and a copy of Jack Prelutsky’s The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders will be shipped to the winner in the mail!

Happy reading and remembering. Enjoy and good luck!

When You Are Big
By Sara Furlong, 2010

I wrote this poem for my daughter Amelia in honor of her 6-month birthday, which reminds me that time passes quickly so we should cherish the important things in life. It is actually a rough draft of a picture book manuscript.


When you are big you will not remember
The time when it rained for eleven straight days
And you sat in the house wishing you could play tee ball
Or Frisbee or fly kites or pick some bouquets.

You will remember the day when the rain stopped
And Mom took you out for a walk with your friends.
Then she (just that once!) let you jump in the puddles
And float little boats to the place your street ends.

When you are big you will not remember
The time when your friend broke your favorite crayon
Or the day that she called you a feather-brained ninny
And stomped on the castle you made out of sand.

You will remember the times you played dress-up
And then did a play for the whole neighborhood
Or the time that she helped you clean one great big mess up
And came to bring soup when you didn’t feel good.

When you are big you will not remember
The robot-shaped candy you wanted so bad
That you laid down and screamed on the floor of the market
And then were sent up to your room by your dad.

You will remember your free time with family
And spending whole days doing fun things together
Like building a tree fort or playing badminton
Or having a picnic in beautiful weather.

When you are big you will not remember
Unwrapping your gifts on the day you turned seven
And finding, instead of the puppy you wanted,
That you got some clothes and a hamster named Evan.

You will remember that neat cake your Mom made –
It looked like a chimp with a hat and banana –
And how Dad was blowing balloons up all morning
And Aunt Lulu came all the way from Montana.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you spent staring at big TV screens
Watching cartoons and shows about kids with weird hairdos
And ads for toy airplanes and fast food and jeans.

You will remember the bright days of summer.
You climbed trees so high that you thought you’d touch heaven
And had some magnificent backyard adventures
With rope and a map and your best sidekick – Evan.

When you are big, you will not recall
Your dream about monsters so hungry and tall
That they ate up the moon and they swallowed the stars
And then came to your house to eat all your toy cars!

You will remember how after that scare
You were twirling your fingers in your mother’s hair
As she showed you how everything still was all right–
That the moon still shone bright as she held you so tight.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you were mad about castles and crayons
Or the times you were sad about rainstorms and robots
Or upset by puppies or playthings or plans.

For memories are made up of moments and people
And kindness and caring and fun, most of all.
When you are big, you’ll remember the good times
And people who loved you when you were small.

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Richie
    Aug 18, 2010 @ 15:14:32

    Your poem is beautiful!

    Reply

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  3. cindy
    Aug 19, 2010 @ 17:34:14

    Sarah, your poem is wonderful and, oh so true. I look forward to buying the book for one little bear.

    Reply

  4. Melissa
    Aug 28, 2010 @ 00:36:27

    Sara!! Your poem is so beautiful it made me cry. I sang it to Fionn and he clapped his hands, many times. You have talent girlfriend. I can’t wait to buy a copy of this book..

    Reply

  5. Meg Colombo
    Sep 02, 2010 @ 13:38:49

    As the mom of six grown children… this poem rings so true. sniff* Time does pass so quickly. Enjoy your bundle.

    Reply

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